a bleeding purple utah jazz blog

Jazzy Photo Roundup #4

Leading off this week with Karl Malone, getting inked (!!!!!) as Kay looks on. I’m going to go out on a limb and say the Mailman did not get a Fred Flintstone tat in tribute to Greg Ostertag. I also wonder whether Karl even felt anything. Pic via the tattoo artist, asiainks:

How they met: at a car wash in their native Mississippi. Mo, then a rookie with the Utah Jazz, got in the passenger seat of Kesha’s car without introducing himself. “Everyone in the state knew who he was,” she says. “I’d never even heard of him.” He refused to get out, so they went to a nearby Baskin-Robbins while his truck was washed.

Awesome dad Memo (@yelizokur13):

Also via Yeliz Okur: Anniversary?

Earl Watson (@Earl_Watson) self-portrait with shirt on (“Hoodie in 1st class…”) and in John Stockton shorts as a kid (though to be fair those were just known as “shorts” back then):

Earl’s new shoes (“Gotta have them” and “Not hard to find me in the city!”):

Gordon Hayward (@gordonhayward) and his homies:

Last but definitely not least: a child that took a picture with Jazz dancers and hilariously tagged it #notveryhot (via @saltcityhoops):